You run back and forth listening for unusual events, peering into the faces of travelers. "Why are you looking at me like a madman?" I have lost a friend. Please forgive me.
Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?
Body is not veiled from soul, neither soul from body, Yet no man hath ever seen a soul.
I'm dominated by Love, By my passion of love for Love
Turning toward what you deeply love saves you
I, you, he, she, we In the garden of mystic lovers, these are not true distinctions.